The Polar Bears Are Fighting!

Finkle opens the bed roll and unwraps the cloth from his right leg to reveal a mangled shank covered in blood with four deep gashes streaking across his shin. Finkle: "I could have sworn they were glowing blue and then she said something in a funny language" The bear nearly ripped my leg off. I closed my eyes from the excruciating pain, but when I opened them, Houghner was gone. And the polar bear died, who? Well, see, the wolf chased Houghner into the river and I had to fight the polar bear near the fire. By that time it was bordiganed and the sun was peeking through the clouds